Chapter 9

When I woke Mum was already up and singing in the shower. A glance at the beside clock indicated that I needed to get moving or I would miss the bus to school. I crawled out of bed and headed for the shower in the main bathroom and had a much needed clean up. By the time I was dressed and downstairs ready for another day at the mill, Mum had breakfast almost ready. She was singing happily to herself as she puttered around and it had been a long time since I had seen her in this mood. She was wearing the same tee shirt as yesterday and I was sure that she was naked under it but, sadly, I decided that I couldn't start anything, as I wouldn't have time to finish it.

I sat at the table and Mum placed a plate of food and a mug of coffee in front of me and stood at my side fondling my neck and shoulders as I started in on it. After a couple of bites and a mouthful of coffee I thought 'what the hell?' and let one hand fall and grasped her thigh. I slid my hand up her leg and cupped her pussy in my palm. I squeezed firmly and watched Mum's reaction from the corner of my eye, as I continued eating. She scrunched her face up and gripped my shoulder hard. I released my hold on her cunt and reached round behind her and pushed between her legs back on to her pussy. Spreading my fingers wide, I inserted the middle two between her lips and thrust hard into her, trying as if to lift her off her feet with the rest of my hand cupping her. This action forced her arse cheeks to spread and straddle my forearm - I could feel her anus pressing on the inside of my wrist and she was moving back and forward against the pressure I was exerting. Her cunt was getting hot and wet as she got more aroused.

I gulped down the rest of the coffee, pushed the plate and the rest of the food away and stood up, swinging Mum around in front of me facing the table, and, without removing my hand from between her legs, I lifted her up and on to it. I finally removed my hand and grasped her by the hips and lifted her into a kneeling position with her face still pressed down against the surface of the table. In this position she was spread wide open and it was easy to tell how aroused she was by the strong smell wafting from her cunt and by the amount of fluid she was leaking. I would have liked to fuck her in this position but decided reluctantly that it would take too long to get cleaned up again and so contented myself with thrusting my face between her spread cheeks and licking and chewing on her arsehole and cunt. She was soon grunting and shaking and when I pushed my tongue into her anus she reached her orgasm and slowly subsided onto the table.

"You cant know just how much I love get my cunt and arsehole licked like that," she said, " I don't think I'll be able to go with out it and I don't know what I'll do when your Dad's home."

I noted that it was 'your Dad' now rather that just 'Dad' as before and I wondered at her possible change of feelings towards him.

"Now, what about you - have you time for a quick fuck or should I suck you?"

"I haven't time for a fuck and I don't want you doing anything you don't really want to." I replied, "I'll be ok"

"Don't be silly," she said climbing down from the table and dropping to her knees in front of me. "Come here, you lovely man."

Apparently my status had altered to manhood and I stood there proudly as she unbuckled my jeans, slid the fly open and pushed them, together with my jockeys, down to my knees. My penis thrust proudly out from below my tee shirt and Mum leant forward and, grasping the base in one hand and cupping my balls with her other she sucked part of it into her mouth. Mum was getting better at this and she managed to get a lot more of my cock into her mouth without gagging, than before, and her sucking and licking soon had me trembling and ready to cum. She removed her hand from my shaft and reaching under her other hand, that was still cupping my balls, she forced her finger deep into my tightly clenched arsehole while squeezing my balls firmly. Instant ejaculation! Mum managed to hold the first couple of squirts in her mouth but she then pulled her face back and the rest of my cum jetted out to land high on her face and then slowly ooze towards her chin. My legs nearly gave out and Mum wrapped her arms around my bum and pulled me to her, with her face now pressed into my stomach until I stopped trembling and was able to stand unaided.

Mum pulled up my underpants and settled my cock and balls comfortably into place and then she replaced my jeans and refastened them. She stuck out her tongue and lapped up all the cum from her face that she could reach and massaged the rest into her skin. She climbed to her feet and wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me deeply, holding the kiss for quite a time. She finally released me and pointed me towards the door saying,

"I hope that was as good for you as it was for me. Make the best of it, as there will be no more till Wendy goes away again next Friday. Now go! Or you will miss the bus."

I headed off feeling satisfied and while I was a bit dismayed that I wouldn't get any more sex till next weekend, I was relieved that it appeared that my sex life with my Mother was not over.

School went as school normally did and I said hi to Wendy at the lunch break and met her again as we waited on the bus. Most of the students lived locally or arrived on school buses but unfortunately we lived on a route with few students and we actually travelled in a small van type passenger/freight run vehicle. This was normally great as most of the time the bus was not very full and we travelled in relative comfort But occasionally there were lots of passengers and parcels and there was a shortage of room and another disadvantage was that timetables were a bit flexible.

When it arrived, a bit late, the bus was full and it looked as if one of us would have to stand as the only remaining seat was a single right at the back opposite rhe parcel bay. We climbed on board and squeezed down to the rear seat, it usually being the last one filled because of the bumpy ride back there. I played the gentleman and offered Wendy the seat and said that I would stand.

"No, you sit down," she ordered, "and I'll sit on your knee. That is if you don't mind."

Of course I didn't mind, as the thought of half an hour of hanging on to a strap didn't thrill me, so I sat and Wendy turned and eased herself onto my lap. We set off and the bumpy ride and the feel of Wendy's bum pressing on me caused a natural reaction and I began to get a hard-on. Wendy obviously felt my cock pressing into her and shifted around a little, blushing slightly. This didn't help and I grew even firmer. Wendy turned her head and glared at me without actually saying anything, but mouthing 'Stop That!'

I put my lips close to her ear and whispered,

"I'm sorry but I can't help it. The feel of your bum would put life in a corpse. It's making me real uncomfortable - can you lift up a bit so as I can fix myself up?"

Wendy partly stood up and I shifted my penis to a more comfortable position and indicated that she should resume her seat. We finally reached our stop, hiked up the drive and went inside to be greeted by the smell of hot soup. Mum kissed and hugged Wendy, welcoming her home and explained about Dad's non-coming home. I had forgotten about this and had not warned Wendy so the news upset her a bit as she was close to her father. Mum eventually released Wendy and asked if we wanted a mug of hot soup before starting our chores.

"Sure, and why are you playing favourites? Why no hug and kiss for me?" I retorted.

She gave me a quick peck and a hug and put a mug of soup at the end of the table for me and at the side for Wendy. We both sat and Mum took her mug around to the other side and sat, slightly facing me. On being asked, Wendy told us all about her Weekend and as she rambled on we all sipped at our soup. Lowering her free hand to her lap Mum proceeded to slowly drag her dress up until her thighs were totally exposed. Looking at me over the top of her mug she deliberately lifted both feet and hooked her heels over the chair rung, spreading her knees wide. From where she sat Wendy could see nothing of this and it would have appeared that Mum was just sitting with her hand on her lap. She certainly didn't observe Mum push three fingers into herself and thrust them slowly in and out. Finally she stopped, having totally aroused me as she intended, and pulled her fingers out and lowered her legs and put her dress in order.